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Brownwall
By BrownwallMusic
Brownwall episodes
- 2 min
- InterloperI want to be your baby’s nightmaresI want to feel your heartbeat stopI want to see your eyes glaze overWithout me you’re one in a millionI need to feed your eyes to GodI need to feed your eyes to GodYou don’t belong and you know it too wellYou don’t belong and you know it too wellYou know it too wellI want to be your mother's nightmaresI need to feed your eyes to GodYou don’t belong and you know it too wellYou don’t belong and you know it too wellYou know it too wellI need to see you alone and leakingI need to see you under the gunI need to feed your eyes to GodI need to feed your eyes to GodYou don’t belong and you know it too wellYou don’t belong and you know it too wellYou know it too wellJohn Makarewicz - DrumsSteve Murphy - GuitarNick Nunziata - Keyboard, Guitar, Vocals4 min
- We AreWe are openWe are brokenWe are chosenWe're abandonedWe are strandedWe are always reprimandedJust be smarterAnd bolderWait 'till you're much olderWe can be goldenIf we areI have something to tell youThe system has broken downDon't think you have to thinkLove of GodHead spinning from a list of rulesTo get through lifeSo obviousWhy do we always overthinkI don't knowWe are openWe are brokenWe are chosenWe're abandonedWe are strandedWe are always reprimandedJust be smarterAnd bolderWait 'till you're much olderWe can be goldenIf we areWe all want to be miraclesJust to try to light your world up and make you recognizeWe're Compatible, Adaptible, InterchangableAnd we say so much too muchJust to feel we matterAnd there's room for all of usWe feel the need to have a voiceEven at times when there is nothing on our mind to sayBut we fill the air with Opinions, Positions, IntermissionsAnd we say too much too muchJust to feel we matterAnd there's room for all usLend me an earNo lend me some "shut up"The more you talkThe deeper the pit is dugDon't think you have to talkThe Love of GodHead spinning from the dialogueBuilding you up to what you want to beDon't need to tell me everythingi already knowWe are openWe are brokenWe are chosenWe're abandonedWe are strandedWe are always reprimandedJust be smarterAnd bolderWait 'till you're much olderWe can be goldenIf we areKeyboard, Vocals - Nick NunziataDrums, Guitar, Backing Vocals - Steve MurphyGuitar - Micah Robinson3 min
- Big Man JapanWhen I see a buildingI want to wear itWhen I see a floodI want to drink itWhen I seem docileI’m plotting mayhemAnd I’m angryThis is the culture that I come fromI’m a vulture in loveFeeing on the roadside attractionsThey fill my gulletI can’t believe this place isn’t unrealFeeling like I’m growing and growing and growing and growingHandstand in JapanMetrosexual kaijuThe fire burns my handsThe fire feeds me tooBig man in JapanThat’s meThat’s meThat’s my kind of cityI broke my toe on a rollercoasterThe power plant is my toasterFeeling like I’m growing and growing and growing and growingHandstand in JapanMetrosexual kaijuThe fire burns my handsThe fire feed me tooBig man in JapanThat’s meThat’s meThat’s my kind of cityJapanJapanJapanJapanJapanJapanJapanJapanHandstand in JapanMetrosexual kaijuThe fire burns my handThe fire feed me tooWhen I see a buildingI want to wear itJohn Makarewicz - DrumsNick Nunziata - Bass, VocalsMicah Robinson - Guitar3 min
- Masterful TonicAll the soulsAll the freight lostAll the fearAll the elite machinesAll the lucky ladies head on down to 629-1645And all the women know to pat me downBest intentions gone down the drainThe masterful tonic glowsIt’s the only thing that they want to knowAll the foalsAll the saddlesAll the horseshoesAll of the chattering teethAll the lucky ladies head down to Omaha Tango Niner Delta 51(On the corner of today and never again)And all the women know to pat me downBest intentions gone down the drainThe masterful tonic glowsIt’s the only thing that they want to knowAnd all the women know to pat me downBest intentions gone down the drainThe masterful tonic glowsIt’s the only thing that they want to knowNick Nunziata - Drums, VocalsSteve Murphy - Guitar, BassJohn Makarewicz - BassMicah Robinson - Guitar3 min
- Fissure ManOriginally recorded in 2004 on PKG album Too Trapped to CareHe lives beneath the cracksYou see what I knowHe’s reaching outWant to touch someoneAnd there you goCold as deathBlack as coalNow he owns us allIt’s a bloody lineIt’s a broken lineFissure man is our houseContaminating everyoneFeel his ingenuityNow are crackingSee the trail disappearLike a footstep in the rainWe’re so afraid to accept the casualtieWe don’t know how not to live in fearClose to the edgeAfraid to fallNow he owns us allIt’s a bloody lineIt’s a broken lineFissure man is our houseContaminating everyoneFeel his ingenuityNow are crackingIt’s a bloody lineIt’s a broken lineFissure man is our houseContaminating everyoneNow he owns us allFissure man is our houseContaminating everyoneNow he owns us allFissure man is our houseContaminating everyoneNow he owns us allMicah Robinson - GuitarSteve Murphy - GuitarJohn Makarewicz - DrumsNick Nunziata - Guitar, Keyboard, Vocals4 min
- Ode to Ode to Sad DiscoGone not forgottenVoice of gravel and timbreSo vital wearing mileageRaise a glass again for LaneganOh my…Ode to Ode to Sad DiscoOld soul didn’t have to goShould have made it through winterBody tired from all the scoresRaise a glass again for LaneganOh my…Ode to Ode to Sad DiscoOh my…Ode to Ode to Sad DiscoSteve Murphy - Drums, Backing VocalsNick Nunziata - Guitar, Bass, Vocals3 min
- Take it to the HeatSent a probe to DubaiLooking for a specieSwimming through the sandNo hibernation manWhen all you need is a superstarTake it to the heatLost a bet with a serpentSaid he couldn’t do a pretzelGot the last laughGood with salt and mustardWhen all you need is a superstarTake it to the heatElusive beast got its eye on meWatching from a caveLook the other wayNow you’re deep in my suitcaseWhen all you need is a superstarTake it to the heatTake it to the heatNick Nunziata - Guitar, Bass, VocalsStephen Murphy - Drums, Backing Vocals3 min
- Danger ComingLift up the curtain to see where feet they standA locked house isn’t impenetrable from withinAnger in all its formsDanger comingDarkness creeps and there's nothing you can doWalk a narrow line between predator and preyAnger in all its formsDanger comingHistory is built on the blood that shedsBut the magic will always come from the act itselfThe corner holds the unknown if only for a beatBut now the reality is breathingAnger in all its formsDanger comingAnger in all its formsDanger comingNick Nunziata - Keyboard, VocalsMicah Robinson - GuitarSteve Murphy - Drums, Backing VocalsJohn Makarewicz - Bass4 min
- Impressive HotdogImpressive HotdogImpressiveImpressive HotdogImpressiveHotdogHotdogImpressive HotdogImpressiveImpressive HotdogImpressiveHotdogHotdogHotdogHotdogHotdogHotdogHotDogSteve Murphy - Drums, Guitar, Backing VocalsNick Nunziata - Guitar, Bass, Vocals3 min
About Brownwall
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We make music for our own sanity. Whatever mood strikes. Whomever from the circle is available. For over two decades. Cheapest therapy in the world. We hope you find some joy in it too.